The Dairy Maid

The first time you entered my life was when I saw you sitting at the outdoor setting of my small café with and older lady presumedly your mother, both of you discreetly dressed. It was late in the day, sun shinning against your blonde shoulder length hair, your back to me as you bent over lifting a baby from a stroller. I sought your attention our eyes meeting and faces smiling as you and your mother asked for coffee, and then meekly asked as if ashamed if you could feed your baby. Ordering lite coffee I busied myself in making them whilst watching your stunning features, you discreetly lifted your top, fiddled with you mammary holding bra, releasing one mammaries as your babe attached himself to the nipple you gave him.

On returning with coffee I smiled and asked out of politeness how was the baby going, you proceeded to tell me that you had too much milk and it was difficult at present. Looking down past your eyes I saw a baby sucking on this most beautiful milk engorged mammary, the baby taking in the full nipple, the mammary skin stretched tight with small dark vessels supplying the mammary its goodness.

Weekly you have come in for your coffee , sometimes with a friend or your mother, sometimes alone as if you wanted company , lately you have been coming in late ,just before closing , whilst I have been there alone, more for a chat , but never afraid to display your milk swollen mammaries as you feed your babe

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The first of day that I first started to appreciate you.

I watched you busy your self, breasts straining to be released, they pushed tight against your blouse ,the blouse you wore before your breasts became to their lactating state, now the blouse is too small for your breasts to comfortably be held within, they are pushing out to be released, to be relieved, to be used to satisfy many wants

Full of lactating milk, as you bend over in my direction, your enlarged cleavage displays your swollen breasts, breasts with darkened veins supplying the goodness of sustaining life.

Standing in front of me I unbutton the top of you blouse, one button at a time, the blouse spreading apart under the weight of your milk swollen breasts, slowly displaying your cleavage between the blood veined soft white skin, the veins are like rivers flowing from its source, the source that I seek, the smaller triberties gaining strength and size till they reach your tight supporting chest and disappear inward.

Another button and more flesh as you stand there in a trance, eyes fixed on my hands as the next button displays the edge of the material that is restraining the rest of the flesh of these mammaries. A well used clasp in the centre of the restraining material is tightly bound holding the mammaries from escaping

I can feel your tension as your hands rise through mine and slowly unclasp the bra at your centre line even though your blouse I not fully undone. the pressure within pushes the bra to onside as I watch with pleasure your mammaries escape to bulge out above your open blouse , nipples still just covered by the hanging flaps of your bra

Your small white hands fall below mine then grasp my arms as if as support, my finger tips move up and down your breast bone as we both watch them follow the dark rivers to their source lifting the hanging covering over your seeping mountain peaks, they are like a volcano smouldering away emitting small amounts of goodness to the world but ready to explode and shoot forth and relieve the pressure with in.

Still pressured from the undone blouse your mammaries push upwards as if sitting in a push up bra as my fingers source their tips

Extended nipples peak through the thin material as my lips search and fingers desire them. We both watch the nipples being exposed as I move the last remaining covering, the tips are exuding small drips in anticipation of being drained ,you are longing to have the pressure released as my fingers follow the swollen blood vessels to the sensitive areolas ,their centre nipple erect and ready to gush

As the tip of my tongue touches your right nipple my right thumb and index finger seek out your left nipple to pressure that nipple so no goodness can escape but it will build up pressure within and you may have to beg me to release the pressure.

My tongue curls under your nipple as my top lip put slight pressure above your nipple, even the slightest touch has milk flowing down my tongue

As you sigh with relief an watch your milk flow from you to me,

I lap at your excreting nipple as you watch me feeding upon you, you can feel the relief as you milk flows to my mouth across my tongue

. Bringing the milk supplying nipple into my mouth further, my lips put a little sucking pressure on the tip of your mammary to squirt milk to the back of my throat with each suck. I swallow as I suck whilst I can feel the pressure building up in your tightly clasped unsucked mammary

You start to beg me to suck the other mammary to release the pressure as you feel its about to burst but I haven't finished with the first as the teat is still squirting with each suck, the sweet light milk is flowing from the sides of my mouth down my chin as I enjoy the tormenting of your nipple with the tip of my tongue rather than using my tongue for swallowing.

Your hands now clasp my head, run through my hair trying to pull my lips to your other mammary as you beg me to release its pressure, to suck on your left nipple and take you life sustaining goodness away. My fingers still control your left nipple, the pressure I am applying must be hurting as I can feel you squirm as you now beg me to let go before you bust

I release the pressure from my fingers and feel your warm milk squirting through my fingers to the floor below, My fingers slip around the swollen mammary lifting it from your half undone blouse as a steady stream of milk squirts out ward on its long projectery to the polished wooden floor below, puddling into areas where the flow is enough to join the droplets from the splatter of the fall of the journey from your nipple to the floor.

Dragging my lips from the right flagging mammary I moved slowly to the squirting left nipple ,placing my lips over it to suck in its goodness with my fingers still beneath it ,spread apart ready to pump it if its flow starts to wain.

You have been delivering me your goodness and I providing the relief you tempory needed

Standing back I look down at your Mammaries ,held up by your still unbuttoned blouse , a lady I hardly know except for small morning chit chat ,

The mammaries now suckled dry but still pumped out wards nipples still erect by soft, our soft blonde hair falling onto your shoulders.

Standing there in front of me I wonder if you are now primed to take the next step in the direction we have taken... Your breast freeing blouse holding up your mammaries has slipped out of your long skirt that circles your slim waist curves tightly over your small but distinct rounded arse and tightest around your thighs but not that tight that would impede you from walking or siting.

You place a hand upon my shoulder and slip it behind my neck, applying a little pressure though I won't resist brings your lips up to met mine. Your lips part upon first contact and you continue to devour me as if it is our last kiss ,your body presses into mine, suckled breasts pushing into my chest , your groin squirming hard into mine as if you know that you are grinding your pelvis onto my manhood. Your tongue seeks out mine as they twist around each other.

My hands slip behind you grasping your buttocks firmly pulling you in even harder, your breasts squash against my black shirt covering my chest, they now leaking the residues of your mammaries onto my shirt.

The silence is broken by your phone ringing, it rings till it times out as you step back from our embrace, your tussled blonde hair falling onto your shoulders as you smile and menton that you will have to answer it next time.

You look down at the bulge in my pants and drop your right hand down to gently grasp it through the cloth restraining material, "perhaps next time I can repay the complement you gave me".

Your phone rings again, your left hand ruffles through your bag till your extract the vibrating machine to your ear and answer hello, it's your husband I presume from the answers you are giving to the callers questions. Your right hand slowly running up and down my swollen manhood as you chat, our eyes meeting as you smile frequently at something the caller has said.

Finishing your conversation with

"I love you so much and can't wait to be with you, see you shortly at the airport, have booked a special place for tonight, its been so long can't wait to feel you deep inside me ' love ya, see ya in an hour, be prepared"

I n the meantime your right hand grasped my man hood ever so firmly.

The phone called finished, putting the phone down you smiled and started to explain the hubby had been overseas for a 6 months, and was returning on a plane shortly, so this would be our last contact.

Placing the phone down beside us your left hand joins your right as the both fumble with my zip, pulling it down over the bulge in my pants with great difficulty, your small white hand the one with wedding rings on it slip inside the hole you have made. You are standing back a little as I watch your swollen breasts displayed on the platter of your still half undone blouse.

Your lips part as your hand grasps my manhood through the maze of material normally protecting it, your tongue seeps to the edge of your lips as if you are displaying it in torment then slowly you run it around your parted lips as if you could be licking my manhood, you are teasing me and well and truly know it. Your ringed hand is now fighting with the constraining material that protect me as you pull and twist my manhood to the surface through the small orifice you have made in my clothing.

You right hands take over from your left hand as your left hand is lifted to my lips, your fingertips opening them slightly, and my tongue tipping your fingertips as you watch my eyes watching your tongue circle your lips. I can now feel your hand sliding the length of my manhood your fingers running over the blood engorged knob, moving its slimy oozing excrement around the knob, coating the knob, sometimes fingernails digging in behind the knob and the shaft. You have full control at present and you know it. You must be a very dominating person, you like control.

With out warning you say

"One good turns deserves another you released my pressure now I am going to release yours"

Yours fingers slide from my mouth as you slip to your knees on the milk splattered floor Skirt pulled up so it won't be stained, your other hand still grasping onto my manhood.

I look down past you blonde hair as you look up at me smiling your lips only inches from my blood engorged manhood., further down past your smile I view you blood engorged breasts still supported by your half unopened blouse, breasts that I a few minutes ago I had emptied of the goodness, nipples swollen building there milk volumes behind them to be release again.

Your tongue flicks out like a snakes tongue feeling the surrounding for feed stocks, yours sense the salty aroma from the oozing liquid from the small split on the tip of my man hood. The tip of your tongue just moves across my tip of manhood taking some of the liquid it is emitting and then flicks it back into your mouth as if trial tasting to see if the food source is safe.

Now your tongue flicked out again, this time though your tongue cupped the head of my manhood onto your tongue as I dribbled sweet salty liquid onto your tongue as your tongue muscles massaged the under belly of my head. Then slowly your tongue drew the tip of my manhood to your lips, your lips just parted to kiss just the tip, just the part oozing the nectar you relished. As the suction came upon my small opening as I did similar to your nipples only minutes earlier your suction too increased as your lips expanded to take the whole knob between those beautifully shaped lips

Your tongue worked feverishly around my soft and excited tip as you took just a smaller length in so that your teeth could clamp behind my head so that I would not be able to escape. The pressure you exerted was severe I wondered if you wanted the real meat rather than the fluid you were sucking for. But you proceeded with your punishment of my manhood and I adjusted from pain to pleasure as pressure built up deep with in me.

You could feel my pressure building as your tempo increased.

Your head was now bobbing around on the end of my manhood as I watched with pleasure you apply your craft of pressure reduction. My hands left the bench I was hanging onto behind me to move onto your bobbing head, my fingers twined through your blond hair , tingled your ears and massaged your neck , played with the pressure applying body before me , soon the pressure releasing body,

Fingers crept around your checks to where the finger tips traced wet lines of escaped liquid from your lips, lips so soft but so tightly clasped onto my manhood.

I watched with excitement as you did your work. I watched you're heaving breasts on either side of my manhood The Rivers of blood vessels fading near their summits as the nipples squeezed drips upon the floor.

The thought of sending my manhood to massage those breasts brought me to the brink of exploding, the fluid was moving within me. My hands moved back to hold your head as I was about to injected my milk to you , a return of goodness or a relief of pressure.

I watched your lips as I started to shunt the liquid along my manhood, your lips were unquivering, still sucking and I still could feel your tongue lapping up my spurting milk. I watched enthralled as I could see you throat gulp, swallow my injected cream.

As my manhood slowed to a dribble your mouth opened but your tongue continued to mop up the remaining seeping dribbles.

I was at my end and you were ready to go on your way as you rose from your kneeing position , looking my straight in the eyes and saying "one good turn deserves another " With this your hands went behind my head and your manhood sucking lips met my breast sucking lips in a flurry of lust. Tongues intermingled, lips mashed juices flowed from of orifice to the other, your salty taste mingling with my milky taste. You held your body close to mine and I pulled your groin into mind, for that brief minute we were one.

Great things have to come to an end as your phone rang again as were broke apart, your husband wanting to know were you were, "traffic problems'

I moved to straighten myself and return my manhood to under its covers. Whilst you endeavoured to reattach the centre hook of your bra one handed. I reach up and with both my hands brought together the two sides of the mammary holding material whilst you clasped the hook into the correct position, still talking to your husband as to how much you have missed him.

You breath in as I button your tight blouse up ,pulling in your mammaries , still letting my fingers feel the swollen vessels in the process, all as you chat and smile at me.

Finishing your conversation you put down the mobile and reach your arms around my neck bringing your lips to just touch mine and whisper "I must go traffic jams don't last for ever" a small kiss and you were off.

Perhaps I would see you again perhaps anything could happen, you were my mystery blonde lady. My Dairy Maid